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Poems lyrique, macaronique, heroique, &c. by Henry Bold ...
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Bold, Henry, 1627-1683.
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Report as if you would out-vie Volleys discharg'd by Charles His Cavalrie 'T was still in Clouds and Tempests your voice came For lesse than That could not have spoke His Name Thus Mighty Jove Co partner in our Joy Out sounded what we cri'd Vive le Roy A sacred kind of Rival-ship for here We gladly Feign what they are doing there 'T is a bold Challenge but I 'le make it good Whether our Flames were lesser than their Flood As if St. George's Bon-fires would have done More than They could by Inundation Avaunt Phylosophy we plainly prove The World must burn but 'T is with Charls his love Well! let us think upon 't who ere did view The Sun in 's Glory but 't was cloudy too Great Lights Eclipse the â—ess nor were you made To shine so clear as not t' admit a shade You are Our Light Our Comfort and Our Hope Every good Subjects is your Heliâ—trope Two Suns at once within our Horizon Whilst we dispute which was the fairer one A pretty Emulation Both did strive Who should receive most beams who most should Give ' Til th' upper-Lamp shrunk in his useless ray And left the Conquering Charles to rule the Day 'T was his Discretion for had Both shone Bright Heat had surpass'd the comfort of the Light Then did he weep for joy A lovely weather It Rain'd as Heaven and Earth would come together And yet these April-tears would have us know They griev'd above at Male Contents belâ—w To see that Heaven should design a Court For Vs like Theirs and some not Thank them for 't RITES on the Famous and Renowned Sir CHARLES LVCAS and Sir CHARLES LISLE Murther'd at Colchester Aug. 28. 1648. Their Funeral Solemniz'd June 7. 1661. ARe Lisle and Lucas Dead and not Day done Nor a perpetual darkness mask the Sun Is Nature still alive No Signes sore-run To presage general Confusion Methinks their Fall should have unhing'd the Sphears And the whole World bin made a Grave with Theirs Heavens was Jove asleep or 's Thunder spent To put up this Uncivil Complement Wâ—thout Revenge Rebels will hardn'd be Great God! e're long to make a Shot at Thee Ye Powers look to 't Attempts ne're swell'd so high To threat a Surer Gigantomachy This only may prevent their rage for fear Lest Charls and George should lead an Army There They 'r in Commission still but here 's the odds Princes imploy'd them then but now the Gods But Death was sudden to call either hence E're he could summon him His Excellence Fate might have spar'd Them longer till Th 'ad done That Service throughly they so well begun England hath dearly mist them Wee had seen Charles in his Throne e're this never been Acquainted with an Armye 's Government Or what is meant by Power of Parliament Black Tom had slept long since with Essex-Calfe Lucas his other Blow had lay'd him safe Or Loyal Lisle after his Noble wont Had fought the other time in 's Shirt t' have Done't Religion might have flourisht learning flown When Now We have so Much God help 's W' have None But Heaven for-stall'd Them Saw a Work so Great Inferiour Mortals never could Compleat So took 't upon Themselves to let us know The Gods above must have a hand below As if Great Charles could not be plac't in 's Spheare Unlesse the Finger of Heaven Thron'd Him there Only th' Eternal-Council did Decree These Famous Souldiers should o th' party be And when the Gods had muster'd all their Force George should Command the Foot and Charls the Horse But oh the World must still lament the Falls And Deaths of these Renowned Generals Valours so aw'd by Circumspection Jove might have bin secur'd i th' Garrison As sure as Gloucester Mars lock't down swore Had he bin there himself he could no more For having past belief maintain'd the town To save their Lives they sacrific'd their own Whose blessed Souls to th' skies ascended are To raise for th' King Auxiliaries There To Garrison a Heavenly Colchester Where Jove made mighty Lucas Governour That Royal Charles and all his Loyal Peers Might Rule for ever 'mongst his Cavaliers This only was Olympick Lisle his Care To see that none o th' Rebells should come There Here lies their Prince's hopes the Rebels rods Who living fought like Men and dy'd like Gods A POEM to the King 's and Queen's most Excellent Majesties at Hampton-Court 1. IN Rapture carry'd up above I found the Gods were All in Love And a Question started Whether Heaven and Earth should come Together So Strongly were the Dieties Affected with Our Paradice 2. But in CHARLES and CATHARINE Such Divinity was seen As their Pattern make the Odds Little betwixt Men and Gods So They Vow'd We should have Here A Heaven on Earth as They have There 3. Juno need Jealous be no more Though Cause be Greater than before That Her Brother-Husband Jove Should Descend to Filch a Love Since if He chance to quit His Spheare He would not leave a God-head There 4. For when His Leivetenants know The Blessings that are Here below And have once but understood That Woman can be Great and Good They 'l Vn-people soon the Place And plant Their Heaven in Her Face 5. The half-ashamed God of Day Saw Her and did Court Her Ray Wishing that Her Glorious Eye Might excuse Him from the Skye Only He grudg'd His Sister Moon A Share i th' Light of such a Noon 6. Beautie 's Great Queen would have come Down In quest of What surpass'd Her Own And with Her brought the God of Fight As Gallant to maintain Their right But subscrib'd to Our Blest Pair As Queen of Beauâ—y God of War 7. The Dieties of Wisedome too Had set their Station up Below Mercy and Justice fled from Earth Had made amends for Our late Dearth But wary Jove bespake Them thus There 's God King CHARLES will out-do Vs. 8. The Power of Love as Mortals know Was Commission'd Down Below To Complement that Soveraign Choyce To speak which Wonder wants a Voyce Who Proud of stay does Heaven refuse 'Cause Here was such a one to Chuse 9. His Mother seeing the pretty Elâ—e Designing thus t' Advance Himself Rebuk'd Him not as erst for fear Of 's Random-shooting Here and There But Charg'd Him to take up His Rest In CATHARINE's CHARLES his brest 10. Thus hath Our King and Queen of Love Endear'd Themselves to Those Above who 'd quit Their Immortality If to Come hither were to Dye Wherefore to make Their Loves all Even They shall Dye late and Goe to Heaven In Hampton Court. SI quis opes nescit sed quis tamen Ille Britannas Hampton Curta tuos Consulat Ille Lares Contulerit toto cùm sparsa Palatia mundo Dicet ibi Reges hîc habitare Deos. On Hampton Court WHo knows not Englands Wealth but who is He Let him O Hampton Court repair to thee When he hath scan'd the whole worlds vast
No Sword or Shield Us'd in that Field Where all must yeild Or Dye for Love whether they will or no. SONG XXX 1. FAir sinner cloud thine Eyes And shade those hills of Snow Such proud and open Enemies A world may over-throw Those Eyes of thine though ne're so Fair But Engins are To work the Gazers smart And in thy Breasts that sacred Land My wandring Hand Could never find thy Heart 2. Sweet Lips forbear no more I Court not for a Kiss Nay pry'thee little Fool give o're I Love thee not for this No though my busie hand the while i th' Fortunate I'sle Of pleasure franchiz'd be Pox on 't or let my fancy have The thing I crave Or tak 't who 's will for me SONG XXXI 1. MElina dew'd the Roses of her Face With liquild Pearl distlling from her Eye Which gave such Orient lustre to the place As doth the milkie path in starry Skie But when her Eye-lids let their Suns arise She made her sorrows smile then sigh't alas And often doubled in her mournful Cryes Fidelio Dear Fidelio 't is for thee Melina Dyes 2. Who now my joy is budled up in dust Shall chide the follies of the nicer dames Would he but have them yeild they must they must T was he gave love and Beauty all their flames His Hand did whisper Love his fluent Eyes Spake such fine Amours and so void of lust That now He 's gone all ocher I despise Fidelio c. 3. Now may I sigh and count the times are past Suming up every pleasure with a Tear Which could they have a date that would but last None e're had been so happy as we were But Envious death untimely did surprize That sweet which if a goddess had imbrac'â— Sh 'ad drown'd the world with Tears at 's obsequies Fidelio Dear c. 4. Was there a dearth in the Elysian shade Of those rare Souls that Courteous are and True Or were their Ways of Love so Common made That they must snatch thee hence to learn them new 'T was so but sure his spirit sullen lyes Till I come thither when with triumph clad We 'le Teach the gods Loves holier mysteries Till then I sigh Fidelio c. 5. Break Heart to let my Soul ascend And inquisition make i th' Aire 'Mongst all the spirits there attend To cull out that 's most white and Fair What was our Glory now their Pride And that 's mine own mine only friend There is no heaven without him so she cry'd Fidelio dear Fidelio sigh 't her last dy'd SONG XXXII 1. I Came and Lockt and Lik'd and Lov'd And frolickt in her Eye While fair Florilla well approv'd The harmeless courtesie When though my hopes were drown'd Love blaz'd And set on fire my heart While I still gaz'd On that which caus'd my smart Nor could my Tongue declare the wronge Whereby I sadly know No pains above The griefs they prove Who fall in Love And dare not say they do 2. What Priviledge takes the nicer she To me the thing 's all one Whether of softer Wax she be Or of the Parian stone The sport 's the same then tell me why Fancy should be so rude For to deny What iâ— perhaps as good From her that lends And freely spends What Nature to her sent As from that Dame That counts it shame To play the game Which lost she may repent SONG XXXIII King Charles I. in Prison 1. A Dieu fair Love Adieu And yet farewell I never yet could tell How much I honour You Nor You ne're knew But yet Adieu A fairer Aime invites me now To rescue Majesty From Treachery Though well You know I 'de ever do As much for You Then pry'thee let me go The sanguine sword a happy triumph brings Avenging Ladies wrongs but more a Kings One Kiss and then I 'me gone Farewell Dear Heart Yet though I now depart When once the feild is won The War being done And Charles at home When we may freely sit and tell The harmless injuries Of Cupid's Tyrannies VVhat present Hell The absent feel VVhen all is well And w'have no foes to quell But Cavaleers secur'd from low'd Alarmes â—'le come and Quarter in thy peaceful Armes SONG XXXIV 1. WHen first I drove a Trade of Love Learnt before half my time was out I thought if once I could remove The sad Engagements thereabout The Hopes Despaires and Jealousies By some nick-nam'd Love's Tyrannies â— soon might ease my miseries 2. Then strictly I besieg'd a Face which I had summond long go And had design to storme the place Or to surprize the Female foe Prepar'd Granado'd Oaths to do 't Hayl shot of Vowes and Prayers to boot But see how soon the Fool came to 't 3. Without a parley to Compound Herself and all she did up yeild I raz'd the fortress to the Ground And became master of the Field Fell to the spoil purchas'd the Best Of all the Jewels there possest Restoring some reserv'd the Rest. 4. When I had done what I could do And once Love's fiery Try all o're I Tam'd my self i th' conquest too Repented what was done before Thus thought I when I this did see If in Love's Triumphs no more pleasure be I 'le still Beseige take in who 's well for me SONG XXXV 1. LOw as my fair Florilla's feet I lye Rap't in an Extasie Till I am doom'd either to live or dye But oh her curtain'd Eye she does display Whose every single Ray Makes me a lasting everlasting day 2. Quicken'd by that enlivening Beam I move As when Antaeus strove From th' Earth she treads more vigorus I prove Although her Look such virtual heat had thrown As might excuse the Sun From 's Clubb to th' Act of Generation 3. Toucht Kiss'd my dearest fair then stood good Resolved all to Blood That Passion might have made it's action â—ut Over loving turn'd to sin for I seem'd as design'd thereby â—eerly for to Encrease and Multiply 4. â—ill from her Front Beaut'ys Majestique throne Fell something like a Frown â—Vhich bold desire hath checkt and over-thrown Hence I like one inspir'd from aboue VVill spight of Cupid prove Venus the Queen Florilla Queen of Love SONG XXXVI 1. OH stifle not longer mine Eager desire VVhich in it's own flames Phaenix like would expire And closer then cockles when we shal entwine My dearest I 'le breath out my Soul into thine 2. Thy beauty shall nourish as well as delight Our sences to feast and a longing invite VVhilest thou in our dallyâ—nce persumest the Aire VVith thy Breath that 's as sweet as thy Beauties are fair 3. Thy hand at whose touch I do melt into blâ—od Shall busily range in an amorous mood Till at length being entranc'd by Lov 's mystical charms Thou boldly resign'st thy self into mine Armes 4. Where having given over thy sâ—lf for a while That I may discover thy forâ—unat Isle Whil'st in Admiration my Passions are hurld In Embrasing of thee I do